Стихи и рассказы в категории Winter. Читать онлайн

'О Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep…

I walked abroad in a snowy day
I askd the soft snow with me to play:
She playd & she melted in all her prime;
And the winter calld it a dreadful crime.

SHADOWY white,
Over the fields are the sleeping fences,
Silent and still in the fading light,
As the wintry night commences.The forest lies…

I.This is the sweetness of an April day;
The softness of the spring is on the face
Of the old year. She has no natural grace,
But something comes to her from far awayOut of the Past, and on her old decay…

DECEMBER MORNING.I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light,
Winter's pale dawn;—and as warm fires illume,
And cheerful tapers shine around the room,
Thro' misty windows bend my musing sight…

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.Before the stars have left the skies,…

Зимой, еще не брезжит свет,
А я уже умыт, одет.
Напротив, летом спать меня
Всегда кладут при свете дня.…

Take a good one look around
Everywhere there's leafless trees
Snow has fallen on the ground
From the sea cold coming breeze

(триолет)Вкруг дома хлопья кружат быстро,
И ягод нету ни одной
На тонких ветках остролиста
Вкруг дома. Хлопья кружат, быстро…

NOW winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.…

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.I have to go to bed and see…

Winter in the world it is,
Round about the unhoped kiss
Whose dream I long have sorrowed o’er;
Round about the longing sore,…

Цветет боярышник опять,
И вновь пора сиять весне;
Но весен юных не видать,
Любимая, тебе и мне!…

When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.O'er the bare upland, and away…

ПлачСтудёный вест свистит окрест –
Стучат и дождь, и град.
Сумбурный норд берёт аккорд –
Нас дождь и снег слепят.…

Зима, замкни алмазные врата!
На Севере уходит в глубь земли
Твой мрачный кров. Не сотрясай его,
Не гни подпор железной колесницей.Не слышит! Над зияющей бездной…

Ольшаник на болоте — зимний сад,
где зайцы к солнцу прыгнуть норовят,
как будто это рай, и в том краю
в снегу деревья дремлют, как в раю.Чуть-чуть повыше поднимает нас…

The bloom is on the May once more,
The chestnut buds have burst anew;
But, darling, all our springs are o'er,
'Tis winter still for me and you.…

LOUD-VOICED night, with the wild wind blowing
Many a tune;
Stormy night, with white rain-clouds going
Over the moon;…